My mother and grandmother are cooking
The smell of blackberry pie baking in the oven fills the air
My aunt and cousins are cleaning
Nothing like finding a dead rat to change the mood
The kitchen heats up as clouds of smoke fills the room
"Someone check the pie!" My mother says
"That darn clock isn't working."
"Someone needs to take a trip to the store," says my cousin.
It looks like blackberry pie is off the menu
It's time for desert just as uncle Maurice arrives
Better late than never
(Roe Turner)
Mother stood under the whirling fan
Her face stiffen with anger
Her eyes narrowed like a needle point
Cloud of smoke still surrounding the room
Burnt blackberry pie smashed on the floor
She said no words
Tension filled the room
As if it was the calm before the storm.
(JenQuintana)
My mother and grandmother are cooking
The smell of blackberry pie baking in the oven fills the air
My aunt and cousins are cleaning
Nothing like finding a dead rat to change the mood
The kitchen heats up as clouds of smoke fills the room
"Someone check the pie!" My mother says
"That darn clock isn't working."
"Someone needs to take a trip to the store," says my cousin.
It looks like blackberry pie is off the menu
It's time for desert just as uncle Maurice arrives
Better late than never
(Roe Turner)